Well, to be fair, nowhere near as high as last time. Nonetheless, I derive such pleasure from being high that I do fear I may become a pothead. I have a strict policy of only abusing substances on the weekends, but here it is a Tuesday and I am pleasantly high. It would be so easy to make myself a batch of brownies and have one every evening when I get home from work or class. It wouldn't interfere with anything; I waste time all evening anyways. It would help me get to sleep, make things less cold, make my dinner taste better, make my music sound nicer. There's the inconvenience of it being illegal, but it isn't even expensive. $30 is enough for a batch of 32; at one a day that's less expensive than a subscription to World of Warcraft. We will see, but I think, thankfully, that restricted supply and paranoia will conspire to keep me relatively clean.
Even high it is so cold in here!
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